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Thank you, Austin, for dazzling me/us with wonderful visuals. I gladly accept the free t-shirt.
Just looking around us and it is so obvious that there are benefits to unity; strength, for instance, when there is an enemy. "United we stand, divided we fall" is one, while "divide and conquer" is the other saying that shows how important unity is.
Yet, while we desire unity, we desire it due to the lack of it, due to the need of it, due to others having shown us their benefit of temporarily showing it. In reality unity is a result that on close examination is quite fragile. So while unity may have been possible in pre-BB, its recreation after BB is always only partial and temporary. You may certainly believe in overall unity (and even get strength out of it that can be very helpful in life), but unity as an overall entity does not exist in our materialized universe.
The difference between a structure based on unification and a structure without unification hinges on the question if nothing is just plain nothing or if nothing is mighty fundamental. Read In Search of a Cyclops with titillating mathematical evidence (see homepage) to find out if separation belongs to the fundamental basics of our universe - or not.
The question remains puzzling for me, though, that when declaring unity as important but not as the highest entity in our universe, that so little agreement is then abstracted from it by other people. It is almost as if uniting behind an idea, and handing it over to others, the idea must contain unity in itself as well for it to get further than a single grade of separation. The sense of unity must be strong, since I am trying, too, to get others behind my idea of non-unity (as being more paramount than unity), but only succeeding marginally. Is our brain pre-programmed to only look for that what contains unity, because success and failure are highly slanted towards those people and ideas proclaiming/containing unity?
The difference between a structure based on unification and a structure without unification hinges on the question if nothing is just plain nothing or if nothing is mighty fundamental. Read In Search of a Cyclops with titillating mathematical evidence (see homepage) to find out if separation belongs to the fundamental basics of our universe - or not.
Are some entities so separate that none of one could ever be in the other?
Color wheel opposites?
Church and State?
Something and Nothing (in the absolute)?
On and off?
I have a hard time with these black and white puzzles, Austin. The color scheme, for instance, is not a wheel but a globe. North and South pole are black and white with the colors banded in the middle on the equator, becoming lighter in one direction, darker in the other. But even that is not fully satisfying, since black (which is scientifically the absence of light) is the opposite of any other color, not just white. The absence of light is already the oppposite of any kind of light of any kind of color.
The pentaist pyramid shows a whole in opposition to the parts, and within the parts there are two parts out of four that are clearly oppositional (like yes and no) and two that are gradually oppositional (like young and old).
If we take the old division of air, water, earty, and fire, then it's obvious that fire and water cannot be in one and the same place, but all four can exist without one of them becoming extinct. Same goes for matter and anti-matter; they're oppositional, but they belong in a larger scheme that is not just oppositional.
The difference between a structure based on unification and a structure without unification hinges on the question if nothing is just plain nothing or if nothing is mighty fundamental. Read In Search of a Cyclops with titillating mathematical evidence (see homepage) to find out if separation belongs to the fundamental basics of our universe - or not.
Fredrick took some overdue leave from the secret TOE Center to travel and broaden his mind, if not his stomach, finding himself among the prodigious Inca ruins with the likes of Indiana Jones, perusing ancient glyphs and drinking-in the scenery.
Back at his hotel, while napping and dreaming in his pool side lounge chair, he chanced to pick up upon several whirlpooling premonitions that had eddied back into a small vortex of the future passed remembered in a vision.
One such concerned a critical and crucial clue concerning his insight of the Theory of Separation of Fundamentals (vs. Unification, the natural inclination, but one that was standing still) that led him onward to thoughts about some relevance of his old and nearly forgotten papers still back at his abandoned apartment/condo complex.
Another, more of a nightmare, showed mushroom clouds.
The third, somehow related to the first, was of some general danger lurking about his vacated residence.
Fredrick was torn, but he needed those documents back… for the TOE Center to refine the Theory of Everything in time to prevent the flooding of the Earth, for now both of the ice caps were one-third melted and gone.
On the spur of the moment, Fredrick flew to Northern California, carrying only his emergency bag. Much of southern California had been ablaze for months now, and recently, a cyclone had killed 150,000 people in Myanmar, and earthquakes many more in China, as well as a record number of tornados sweeping across the central United States.
He waded through the haze of a city that still bustled, even in its wee hours, entering his old complex without much ado, having noted no one about at the rear, and headed for his storage locker near the laundry room, for this is where he kept his vault of information, not trusting it to his apartment or to the internet.
It was all there. He sorted out the important papers and was off, a faint scent of gas quickening his pace away from the danger zone.
Fredrick soon lost himself for concealment in a mini crowd of drunks waltzing down the street, catching a dim vision of a vaguely familiar face quite a ways behind, one that he couldn’t quite place.
Perhaps the street wasn’t the place to be, he wondered, as he headed for the Muddy Waters Cafe. All were startled to hear an explosion about two blocks behind, Fredrick noting that it had centered on his apartment.
Something was certainly not right about this night, but how, who, for he’d used a TOE-approved alias on the flight and had done some plastic surgery on his real credit card, cutting it in half, so he couldn’t possibly use it.
Everyone outside stood and stared while Fredrick entered the cafe and ordered a warm cup of chai to sooth his nerves. What the heck was going on? He placed his papers in a trash can for protection just as the chai arrived. He and the documents should be safe here for a time until the people outside began moving about again.
After drinking of the elixir for a while, he held his head in his hands, not quite knowing what to make of this, for the CIA and the FBI were now on his team’s side and the dwindled Conspiracy had been lying so very low as to perhaps be nonexistent. Plus, there had been his stealth.
What happened next had not been seen in the dream.
The Following User Says Thank You to austintorn@aol.com For This Useful Post:
You win, you can go back to black-and-white deliveries again. Apologies, that I ever mentioned that I wanted to see more depth in your deliveries. And as far as mushrooms are concerned, I only buy the cheap ones in the store, and not the expensive kind for recreational purposes, Austin. I hope my sharing information with you is not like placing my toe in a waste basket.
Thanks ( a lot )
Fredrick
The difference between a structure based on unification and a structure without unification hinges on the question if nothing is just plain nothing or if nothing is mighty fundamental. Read In Search of a Cyclops with titillating mathematical evidence (see homepage) to find out if separation belongs to the fundamental basics of our universe - or not.
As Fredrick looked up, there was none other than that unplaced face approaching, that of KGB General Burkov appearing at his table and pulling up a chair. The General bore a look of astonishment and that was probably all that would give Fredrick a few more seconds of life.
Ah, to be taken defenseless and unaware like this, even by some fluke, after all his training, Fredrick thought, but other, deeper wheels had already been turning from that same ninja training.
“Was the train ride enjoyable, General?” Fredrick asked in Russian—while unobtrusively searching for the wooden table flap levers underneath, the General’s right arm tendons betraying his own reaching under the table, for his trouser pocket perhaps.
“Nyet,” came the reply, “for my precious golden train is now at the bottom of a mine shaft.”
“It would have been a fitting memorial for you, General,” Fredrick goaded, as he lowered the table flap, the poison dart winging its revenge into it and sticking there.
Fredrick quickly pushed the table into the General, sliding it and him, pinning him to a wall, but the General was a sturdy man and pushed back hard, so Fredrick tilted his end upwards and retrieved the dart, sticking it to the KGB man.
By now, everyone had run out, and so Fredrick headed for the kitchen, pulling the trash bag out of its can along the way. He put on a chef’s hat and whites and went out the back, picking out his old papers and even taking the time to dump the trash into the dumpster, then went back into the kitchen to grab some tasty pastry.
An astute investigator might link Fredrick’s apartment fire to the killing of a foreign spy ten minutes later, nearby, but all that any satellite video would show would be a cook emptying the trash and going back to work, then perhaps that same cook or another going home, where he could be interviewed later, for Fredrick was now back out the rear, getting into someone’s car, rolling it in neutral down a slight decline, toward a dark area, for there was no key, then exiting out the other side into a bush. Maybe the Police/CIA satellite wasn’t even around, but this was good practice, and, furthermore, there could be other Russians around.
Although someone with influence might have half a chance of freeing him, Fredrick saw no need to enter captivity, friendly or otherwise, wherein anything could happen, and slithered, then crawled, and then eventually walked into the night, through a treed park then through another alley, catching a bus to the airport, and not a taxi, for those drivers could often remember their passengers. He would make a report when he got where he was going, or along the way, and it would trickle down to the locals to exonerate him.
He found a flight to nowhere—Anchorage, Alaska, where he boarded a stopover refueling flight from New York and goiong to Tokyo via Guam, where he would get off, the best he could do on such short notice.
Fredrick relaxed and began to sort it all out: Could there have been some kind of signal attached to his locker? No, for it was unlabeled and it was not that area that had blown up first—they’d thought him to be in his apartment. What was Burkov doing near the cafe? Probably just oversight for his mission of retribution, for he had been astonished to see Fredrick alive. Did they still want TOE information? No, for only the living can tell tales, and anything else of interest left in the building would not have survived the inferno, one expanded by a the gas leak which was probably just a cover. But how did they react so quickly to his arrival back home after his being gone so long? Every city has street cameras now, but they are crude, having to focus on an entire scene, and, even so, his taxi had dropped him at the rear.
Fredrick closed his eyes and meditated for a bit. I’ve got it, he thought, snapping up. Burkov, obviously a greatly unbalanced person, seething over their old encounter, had camped or lived in the area with a small team, perhaps, waiting for the day that there prey would show, but they couldn’t just hang around the complex day and night for months at a time, so, there must have been a special real-time facial-recognition camera or two at the front and back entrances of the unit, although a device almost unheard of. What lengths does a man go to for revenge! But who has that kind of surveillance technology? Only the Conspiracy. Yes. When their centers had been overrun by the Russians from a tip by the ninjas, Burkov had madly appropriated some of the cameras unto himself. Then a signal to Burkov, and a few minutes to confirm, or even an automatic process if he was too sound asleep, then BOOM! Fredrick dozed, finally at peace.
A few hours later, the pilot announced that Guam was closed to air traffic and they they were diverting to Hawaii. What! thought Fredrick, although that was his ultimate destination. Guam can’t close, for most of these great circle flights need for refueling. But, it’s also a U.S. military base.
Twenty minutes later, Fredrick noted an arc in the night sky that led back down to the ocean. It could only be a submarine launching a nuclear missile, for he’d already dreamt of its effects the day before.
As Fredrick deplaned a Honolue International on the reef runway, crowed with jets without gates, an Egyptian girl who had become very dear to him waved him toward a black helicopter. They were soon off to the bunkers of Niihau.
A week or two later a mini-nuclear winter arrived and began to restore some of the lost ice shelves. That was indeed close to a prophesy that Nobody, rest his soul, had run into while lost in waves of time displacement on the CMBR trip. Perhaps some future things have already happened, but only in some general form or direction.
Back at the TOE center, they plugged in Fredrick’s updated formulas—the simulation would take about a month, so Fredrick and his sweetheart took off to roam the island of paradise, albeit 3 degrees cooler in its average temperature, building some pyramids in the sand along the way.
The difference between a structure based on unification and a structure without unification hinges on the question if nothing is just plain nothing or if nothing is mighty fundamental. Read In Search of a Cyclops with titillating mathematical evidence (see homepage) to find out if separation belongs to the fundamental basics of our universe - or not.
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05-18-2008, 04:22 PM
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